#bluforceanature

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[ txt > scatterguns ] I don’t know how much expertise I could offer. My best advice is, “don’t drown, for god’s sake don’t drown”

[lil-lady-lily]

@blu-force-a-nature asked: Even though it was after the daily "war," Scout wasn't stupid enough to approach a RED head-on.  He hid behind a crate and put his hat on a bat.  "Yo..." said the hat on a bat.

The RED in question wasn’t initially paying attention–had the BLU willed it so, he certainly could have gotten the drop on her. It wasn’t til Lily turned and saw a hat puppeted behind a crate that she backpedaled in surprise.

“Whoa, what the–!”

There was a voice behind that bat-hat, and it piqued her curiosity enough to go and peer over; not, however, without her own bat in-hand and ready. Lily squinted, and she cocked her head to the side.

“…yo. Whassup?”

[teamechelon]

Both scouts wake up with holes in their necks, very tired, and their pants are the flags outside. They have no idea who could have done that.

@blu-force-a-nature

Neither of them really want to get up. Spencer is quite content to stay where he is, actually. He’d more than willingly go back to sleep.

However, the light draft he feels on his legs is enough to get him moving, staring down blankly for a minute. He can’t quite put two and two together, but he knows that SOMETHING is off. He shifts again, reaching out to poke Phil. “The fuck is happenin’?”

“We’re missing out pants.” Phil sounds too tired to care, as opposed to Spencer’s lack of cognitive function. “I have no idea where they are.”

“D’we hafta go look for ‘em?”

“Yeah.”

Spencer groans and rolls to his feet. Idly, he scratches his neck, only to stop and frown. Slowly, he runs his index and middle fingers of both hands down each side of his neck, feeling for what he thinks he suspects, and groans, this time more loudly. “Phil.”

“I didn’t do it.” The BLU scout shrinks away from Spencer, recognizing that tone. His eyes are wide in a mild panic, and he even fishes around for a weapon of some sort to defend himself.

“Who do y’know that’s a fuckin’ vampire right now?”

Phil stares blankly at Spencer for a moment before he relaxes, eyes closing. “Oh, fuck. My teammate, Jeremy. The guy I did-”

“—if he turned us, I’m killin’ you for it.”

“Why me? Why not him?”

“Because somehow I feel like you let him.” Spencer growls. “I really don’t feel like bein’ a vampire again, an’ if we are, it’s your head.”

“Can….can we just look for our pants?” Phil gets to his feet. “I think we can safely look for our pants. No murders necessary.” He grins nervously at his RED counterpart.

“Fine.” Spencer throws up his hands in exasperation. “If I get gawked at for bein’ pantsless though, I’m goin’ after him. Preferably with your bat.”

“….okay.” Phil sighs. “Let’s go.”

[professional-australian-assassin]

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

@blu-force-a-nature

Send me a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ for my muse to find yours in their living room eating a bowl of cereal.

Sniper lived alone in his van. The others lived in the base. Because of this, when he pushed aside the curtain separating his sleeping area from his living area, he was not expecting to find Scout making himself comfortable there. Sniper didn’t know if the kid had found his food stash, or if Scout had brought it with him, but the youngest merc was munching a bowl of cereal. 

“Kid, what are you doin’ here?” He asked. He was very aware that he was in his sleeping clothes (aka, plaid pajama bottoms and a white T-shirt with a cartoon owl on it) and therefore probably not very intimidating, but he glowered groggily anyway.  

[seducing-french-gentlemen]

Yo, Spy! Trick or Treat? >:3

@blu-force-a-nature

"Trick or treat? Arent you like... A week early?" He tilted his head in amusement. "Treat, I guess."

[southieswinger]

@blu-force-a-nature

       “Listen, this don’t mean we’re buddies now, okay? I was just thinkin’, nobody else on my team gets the whole Halloween thing, y’know? I’m out here bustin’ my ass on costumes, and they’re like... cardboard robots, an’ I don’t even know what Sniper was tryin’ to be last year. Point is, lame. But you get me, right? It takes passion, and style. An’ I’m sayin’, you got a pretty okay face, an’ you know you can’t just phone this shit in!”

[refiinedrogue-moved]

Continued from x w/ @blu-force-a-nature​

     He hummed, head tilting as he replied flatly, ❝Do not worry, I would never expect such of you.❞ Keeping his distance from the Blu he removed his cigarette case from his suit casually, ❝I have come here for a temporary truce of sorts.❞ Spy knew the Scout had no liable reason to trust him and honestly he really didn’t care one way or the other if they did turn him down. His eyes scanned the other for a moment, landing on the weapon before rising to meet his gaze, ❝Assist Heavy, the Doctor and I with a little operation and I promise you will be rewarded.❞

[refiinedrogue-moved]

Hey Spy, GUESS WHAT? >:D

     He didn’t bother with a reply, opting to instead ignore the other’s general existence. After a few moments of them inherently not taking the hint Spy finally set down his magazine. Uncrossing his legs he glanced up at Scout, head tilting as he waited for them to continue. When they still didn’t a sigh was forced from him, he could already sense the imminent regret that would follow his query,

          ❝… What?❞